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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

Rosamund Marriott Watson b. 1860


SHALL we not weary in the windless days

Hereafter, for the murmur of the sea,

The cool salt air across some grassy lea?

Shall we not go bewildered through a maze

Of stately streets with glittering gems ablaze,

Forlorn amid the pearl and ivory,

Straining our eyes beyond the bourne to see

Phantoms from out Life’s dear, forsaken ways?

Give us again the crazy clay-built nest,

Summer, and soft unseasonable spring,

Our flowers to pluck, our broken songs to sing,

Our fairy gold of evening in the West;

Still to the land we love our longings cling,

The sweet, vain world of turmoil and unrest.